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SCENE I. A public Place.
Enter Sampson and GREGORY, armed with

Swords and Bucklers.

Sampson. REGORY, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.

Gre. No; for then we should be colliers.

Sam. I mean, an we be in choler we'll

draw. Gre. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out of the collar.

Sam. I strike quickly, being moved.
Gre. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
Sam. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

Gre. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou run'st away,

Sam. A dog of that house shall move me to stand. I will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.

Gre. That shews thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes to the wall.

Sam. 'Tis true; and therefore women, being the

weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall. Therefore I will push Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids to the wall.

Gre. The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men.

Sam. 'Tis all one, I will shew myself a tyrant. When I have fought with the men,

will be cruel with the maids; I will cut off their heads.

Gre. The heads of the maids ?

Sam. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt.

Gre. They must take it in sense, that feel it.

Sum. Me they shall feel, while I am able to stand; and, 'tis known, I am a pretty piece of flesh.

Gre. 'Tis welí, thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool; here comes two of the house of Montagues.

Enter ABRAM and BALTHASAR. Sam. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will back thee.

Gre. How! turn thy back, and run?
Sam. Fear me not.
Gre. No, marry :- I fear thee !

Sam. Let us take the law of our sides ; let them begin.

Gre. I will frown, as I pass by; and let them take it as they list.

Sam. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ?
Sam. I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sum. Is the law on our side, if I say Ay?
Gre. No.

Sam. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir ;. but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gre. Do you quarrel, sir ?
Abr. Quarrel, sir? no, sir.

Sam. If you do, sir, I am for you; I serve as good a man as you.

Abr. No better.
Sam. Well, sir.

Enter Benvolio, at a distance. Gre. Say, better; here comes one of my master's kinsmen.

Sam. Yes, better, sir.
Abr. You lie.

Sam. Draw, if you be men.-Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

[They fight. Ben. Part, fools; put up your swords; you know not what you do.

[Beuts down their Swords.

Enter TYBALT.
Tyb. What! art thou drawn among these heartless

hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Ben. I do but keep the peace; put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me. Tyb. What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the

word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee. Have at thee, coward.

[They fight. Enter several Persons of both Houses, who join the Fray;

then enter Citizens, with Clubs and Partisans. 1 Cit. Clubs, bills, and partizans! strike! beat

them down! Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues ! Enter Capulet, in his Gown ; and Lady CAPULET. Cap. What noise is this ? Give me my long sword,

bo! La. Cap. A crutch, a crutch! Why call you for a

sword ? Cap. My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me.

Enter MONTAGUE, and Lady MONTAGUE.
Mon. Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not; let me

go.
La. Mon. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.

Enter Prince, with Attendants. Prin. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace, Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel ... Will they not hear?– What ho! you men, you beasts, That quench the fire your pernicious rage With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground, And hear the sentence of your moved Prince.Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets, And made Verona's ancient citizens Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments, To wield old partisans, in hands as old, Canker’d with peace, to part your canker'd hate. If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time, all the rest depart away: You, Capulet, shall go along with me; And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our farther pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgement-place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. [Exeunt Prince and Attendants; CAPULET, La.

Cap. Tybalt, Citizens, and Servants. Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by, when it began?

Ben. Here were the servants of your adversary
And yours close fighting, ere I did approach.
I drew to part them ; in the instant came
The fiery Tybalt, with bis sword prepar'd;
Whicb, as he breath'd defiance to my ears,

He swung about his head, and cut the winds,
Who, nothing hurt withal, hiss'd him in scorn.
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,
Came more and more, and fought on part and part,
Till the Prince came, who parted either part.
La. Mon. Oh! where is Romeo? saw you him to-

day?
Right glad I am, he was not at this fray.

Ben. Madam, an hour before the worship’d sun
Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,
A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;
Where, underneath the grove of sycamore,
That westward rooteth from this city-side,
So early walking did I see your son.
Towards him I made; but he was 'ware of me,
And stole into the covert of the wood.
I, measuring his affections by my own,
-Which there most sought where most might not be

found-
Being one too many by my weary self,
Pursu'd my humour, not pursuing his,
And gladly shunu'd who gladly fled from me.

Mon. Many a morning bath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,
Away from light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night.
Black and portentous must this humour prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Ben. My noble uncle, do you know the cause ?
Mon. I neither know it, nor can learn of him.
Ben. Have you importun'd him by any means ?

Mon. Both by myself and many other friends;
But be, his own affections' counsellor,

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